Mark Interactive

April 02, 2008

Mickey, Reggie, no, Spanky

I love to figure things out, and luckily my mind serves me well. I have always been able to purge the historical data of my life at any moment. I tend to notice and remember just about everything, but of course, my memory is selective too, so some things may not downloaded into my database.

So, I get a text from a friend of mine, it says, “What is Mickey Philbrook doing these days?” I reply that I was not sure what he was up to, but knew that he was married with kids. I proceeded to do a “Google” search and found that he participated in a gold tournament in L/A (Lewiston/Auburn, Maine) last fall, sent that info along. He replied, “didn’t he manage the basketball team?” I responded, “Nope, he coached at Hoop Camp.” Must have been mistaken identity, so I assumed he was talking about Reggie, the ever-managing Lewiston grad…everyone new Reggie. He insisted it was an EL Guy (my high school across the river). My mind purged, I responded, “Yes, that was Spanky.”

We called him Spanky, because, well you can figure it out. “What was his real name,” my friend asked. I had no idea. But, being the resourceful being that is the essence of how I am, I responded, “Let me check my yearbook.” Moments later I found him!

Now, this is where technology gets cool. I took a picture with my cell phone, sent it to his email, and viola…Spanky is sitting near him at an airport in Minneapolis. Who would have thunk; three people who grew up near each other, now living all over the country are now connected via an airport and two crackberrys.